We do what we do, because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

I loved the sound of the words, even if I was not entirely sure what all of them meant.

There are lots of artists in the world. But there's only one you. And the only person who has your point of view is you. If you decide not to make things, all you've done is deprive the world of all the stuff that only you could have brought to it.

Put one word after another. Find the right word, put it down.

An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.